NovelEnglishShe glanced back at Barbara, sensing that Remington's visit today was unlike any other.
His arrival was stormy, laden with malice towards the West family.
Remington's gaze was icy, his demeanor as still as water, causing Stella's voice to fade into silence as she
stepped back, looking somewhat panic-stricken.
However, Remington paid no mind to Stella, his focus fixed solely on Barbara.
After a moment, he spoke up in a deep voice.
"Barbara should be well aware of why I'm here today. Don't you have anything to say?"
Barbara sat on the couch, her hands clasped in front of her, her spine erect, maintaining her composure.
Despite her pale complexion, her voice remained steady.
"Remington, | told you yesterday. If | am innocent, | have nothing to fear. If you have evidence, then go ahead
and call the cops. Other than that, | have nothing else to say."
Yet, as soon as she finished speaking, Martin burst in from outside.
One of Martin's hands was covered in blood, his expression anxious and furious as he confronted Remington.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"Remington, you need to let go of Ralap! What the hell did you do to him? Your guys beat him to a pulp!"
He had stayed outside because he recognized the bloodied figure being pushed around by Ray as Ralap. Before
Martin could continue, a loud crash was heard.
It was Barbara, accidentally knocking over a teacup on the coffee table, her muscles twitching, hands trembling
uncontrollably. Seeing this, Martin rushed over, gripping Barbara's hands with concern.
"Quick, grab a blanket! Your hands are freezing. | know you're worried about Ralap, but you've got to take care of
yourself too." Barbara's ears were ringing, disbelieving that Ralap was still alive.
He had returned to Zion City alive?!
Just last night, she had received a call saying Ralap had been "taken care of."
Yet, how did Ralap end up in Remington's hands?
What had Ralap disclosed?
No! Perhaps it was a mistake.
Forcing herself to calm down, Barbara looked up and said.
"What do you mean Ralap is covered in blood? Con, let's go see him."
"No need for you to come, Barbara. I've brought your dear nephew to you."
As Ray's voice fell, a blood-soaked Ralap was thrown onto the living room floor.
"Ah!"
Barbara couldn't see, but Stella saw everything clearly.
Ralap lay at her feet, his face visible, marred with several deep, bloody wounds.
Seeing Ralap tortured to such an
extent,
ella screamed in terror,s stepping back until she fell to her knees, closing her eyes to the horror.
Fear spread through her like a tide.
She was afraid, afraid that Remington would subject her to the sfate.
"Ralap? Tell me, what happened? Weren't you supposed to lead your team to Evercrestia and ensure Lizetta's
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmsafety? What exactly did
you do? You had nothing to do with these assassinations, right?"
Barbara stood up, approaching Ralap.
As Ralap struggled with the pain and looked up to speak, Barbara tightly grasped his hand, urging him.
"Ralap, don't worry. If you've made a mistake, | won't abandon you. Just tell me..."
Lizetta, who had been silent, chuckled lightly and said.
"It might be better to tell him he's got no way out and it's in his best interest to take the blquietly. You won't
abandon him.
Otherwise, if it comes back to you
and offends the West family, no
one's getting away with anythinnet
That's what you mean, right, Barbara?"
Lizetta raised an eyebrow, confident in her interpretation.
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